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PREFACE 



BATHE, O disciple, thy thirsty 
soul in the dew of dawn," 
says Faust. How are we, be- 
nighted, struggling through the 
dank rushes of miasmic swamps, 
or treading the dead leaves in 
the dark forest — how are we to 
bathe in the dew of dawn until 
we have reached the "open" 
where the dawn can penetrate ? 
Or how, ere that dawn begins to 
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whiten, can we guide our steps 
by the light that shines from the 
mountain-tops where the beacon 
fires were lighted, ages andasons 
ago, by the elder brothers of the 
race ? 

We have caught an occasion- 
al gleam from those rare heights 
when our sight has scanned the 
distant horizon where earth and 
heaven seem to meet, but anon 
we let our eyes fall to the muddy 
soil beneath our feet, and are de- 
terred either by cowardice or in- 
dolence from pressing forward to 
scale those sun-kissed mountain- 
tops ; we fall back into a mo- 
notonous, vegetative existence, 
resigning ourselves to it even 

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though we scornfully consider it 
to be only " a series of rhythmic 
waves of the commonplace." 

Is it because the things of the 
spirit seem so unreal, illusionary, 
in this conventional and ' l practi- 
cal " age that we do not or can- 
not live the life? Rather is it 
not because we will not permit 
the natural in us to raise itself up 
to the spiritual, and so let the 
spiritual be seen again as the 
natural? It is not that we do 
not know, that we have not been 
taught u the way, the truth, and 
the life," but because we have 
only analyzed metaphysical truths 
intellectually, have come to re- 
gard them as theoretical only, 

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and have lost faith in their prac- 
ticability as applied to the ordi- 
nary affairs of life. The mind 
alone can never discern the in- 
ner truths ; it can perceive them 
only by the light that shines from 
the heart. There comes a dark 
cloud of unfaith over the soul 
that has taught itself to think, 
that is, has converted its mind 
into an intellectual semi-paradise 
wherein it sits supreme, analyz- 
ing and classifying the fragments 
cast upon its shores by the sea 
of human life. Calm and serene 
it sits there, passionless and cold 
as the surgeon's scalpel seeking 
amidst the quivering nerves for 
the source of human pain. But, 

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sooner or later, pain seizes even 
that stoical soul in its relentless 
grasp and holds it there until in 
all the great universe the man sees 
nothing, feels nothing, knows 
nothing, but the grinding tor- 
ment of the hell of suffering into 
which he has plunged. What 
then has become of the stoicism, 
the analytical research, the calm 
security of his self-fashioned par- 
adise ? The archangel has come 
and driven that soul forth from 
the garden of Eden, and the 
flaming sword suffers no man to 
go in and out at will. Nothing 
is left him but whatever amount 
of endurance he has gained. He 
has cast from him as worthless 



the only sceptre that could dis- 
pel the illusionary and evoke the 
real, Faith— Faith, that in the 
midst of torture could cry out, 
"Not my will, but thine, be 
done" — Faith, that could plain- 
ly see amidst the lurid flames of 
hell the beckoning finger of God. 
True faith is the premonition, the 
first faint perception, of spiritual 
wisdom, and it is transformed 
into that wisdom when the soul 
has learned to feel as well as to 
think. 

To those who, rejecting the 
cold materialism that views only 
the outer husk of existence, cling 
to the inner life, seek for the 
hidden causes of things visible, 



and long to enter " the small old 
path that leads to immortality," 
this little book is offered in the 
hope that they may find help and 
encouragement in its pages. The 
writer has done little more than 
edit it, taking the material from 
a note-book in which were re- 
corded from memory a few of 
the utterances of a Teacher 
known to many as Hilarion. 
Those who have read other 
writings of his may feel an in- 
terest in his personality, and for 
such the following pen-picture is 
given. Imagine a tall, powerfully 
built, athletic figure, with a frank, 
manly face ; large, dark eyes, 
that from their depths seem to 



emit sparks of fire ; mouth rather 
large, with lips finely chiselled, 
and having in repose a gentle, 
almost feminine expression ; dark 
auburn hair, wavy, with just a 
touch of gold in the sunlight ; 
strong, shapely hands, whose 
firm clasp conveys a sense of 
purity and power; a deep, full- 
throated voice, that yet can sof- 
ten to tones of tenderest pathos. 
Such is the personality of this 
strong and great soul, whose 
sole purpose in life is the re- 
generation of the human race, 
championing the cause of the 
"common people," asserting 
their rights, and seeking to rem- 
edy existing abuses ; yet ever, 

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as a true mystic, trying to bring 
all to the recognition of the re- 
alities of the inner life, and the 
God within each man. 

B. S. 



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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Preface 5 

i The Turning-Point of Civilization 17 

ii Learning to Live 40 

in Sensation and Contact. . . 55 

iv The Eternal Love . . . ,67 

v Pain and Sacrifice .... 80 

vi The Power of Little Things . .91 



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I 

THE TURNING-POINT OF 
CIVILIZATION 

THE growth and develop- 
ment of our modern civili- 
zation may be considered as a 
distinct cycle, from its first be- 
ginnings in the chaotic and dis- 
cordant elements of the Middle 
Ages in Europe to the culminat- 
ing point now reached, when 
the added elements called into 
existence during centuries of in- 

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tense activity and tireless pro- 
gress are passing beyond con- 
trol, and threaten to resolve 
themselves into a chaos even 
darker than that from which our 
civilization was evolved. This 
has been the history of each 
great race in the past ; for, hand 
in hand with every effort made 
toward so-called civilization has 
gone a train of evils that was 
powerful enough to counterbal- 
ance any good, and which sooner 
or later has swamped the nation 
receiving those benefits. Hu- 
manity, the humanity of the nine- 
teenth itury, stands on the 
edge of an abyss which, as the 
cycle draws to a close, percep- 

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tibly yawns to receive it ; the 
forces that have led mankind in- 
to its present dangerous position 
are coalescing and combining for 
its ultimate overthrow. Many of 
its units are in the position of a 
cripple without a crutch, blind- 
folded, and compelled to cross 
over a raging torrent on a single 
unstable plank. Scientific re- 
search has been the principal 
factor in upbuilding the present 
civilization ; and, having begun 
in a revolt against the senile the- 
ologies, with their nature-hating 
creeds, it took an ever increas- 
ing trend toward materialism. 
Science rejected the creeds of 
priestcraft, but absorbed its cant, 
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intellectual tyranny, and selfish- 
ness. Materialistic science has 
done its work, and has done it 
well from the standpoint of those 
self-interested ones who, under 
the guise of devotion to science 
and humanity, have achieved dis- 
tinction, and laid up for their own 
exclusive use all the treasures of 
earth their capacious hands could 
grasp. In their arrogance they 
have unhesitatingly attacked the 
very foundations of the Universe, 
have made Faith, Love, and 
Trust, the golden apples on the 
tree of life, subjects of wide- 
spread ridicule and contempt. 
And the masses who have minis- 
tered to their caprice, through 

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ignorance of their actual stand- 
ing or real motives, are now 
reaping the results in atheism, 
nihilism, and rebellion against 
God and man. Promise after 
promise remains unfulfilled — for 
these poor, deluded enemies of 
the human race cannot see that 
when they had reached the mid- 
dle point of investigation they 
had thrown away the very armor 
and weapons necessary to their 
further advancement, the Shield 
of Faith, the Helmet of Peace, 
the Breastplate of Righteousness 
and the Sword of the Spirit. 
Without these, no man, angel, or 
demon can enter the spiritual 
domain and wrest from its guar- 

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dians true knowledge and power, 
for these weapons are far more 
real, serviceable and lasting than 
their prototypes on earth. 

Occultism has no quarrel with 
real scientific research. To the 
pure in heart, the honest, unsel- 
fish seeker, Nature opens her 
wonderful eyes and permits him 
to look into their depths, to 
touch, taste and handle with 
spiritual organs her vast treas- 
ures of wisdom and knowledge. 
He may not always be able to 
bring them forth for the scorn 
and scoffing of the world, but 
he has seen and is satisfied. To 
such and to those who have 
bridged the chasm between life 



and death, between death and 
life, and permitted many footsore 
pilgrims to pass over, Occultism 
opens wide its arms. But it 
would be be remiss in duty, 
false to its ideals of truth and 
devotion to humanity, were it 
to pass unnoticed the traitors 
to the cause, the murderers of 
souls of uncounted millions who 
have been led by false promises, 
foully inspired ambition, into a 
worship of the Golden Calf, far 
exceeding in refinement of cru- 
elty the idolatrous sacrifices dur- 
ing the literal epoch of Biblical 
history. 

Here and there throughout 
these masses are those who 
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have not permitted the light of 
the spirit to be quenched, who 
have bravely stood the imputa- 
tion of mental degeneracy, of 
extraneous growth, of a morbid 
intellectualism and other like epi- 
thets of scorn, who have taken 
the best these so-called scien- 
tists could offer and rejected the 
rest ; and to these has fallen a 
double and triple duty, the duty 
to God, themselves and their 
neighbors. These know that 
the river of life, fed by streams 
of true Occultism and Christi- 
anity, still flows underneath the 
crust of superficial knowledge ; 
and if they can arouse the other 
units to a realization of their 
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own blindness and lameness, 
there is yet time ere the cycle 
closes to combine forces for re- 
sisting the final attacks of the 
enemies of the race, and sweep 
around the downward arc of 
the cycle into the serene waters 
of the Golden Age. There can 
be no question but friend and 
foe will be locked together in a 
deadly embrace when the sweep 
is made, but the possibility of 
its accomplishment and its glo- 
rious results should inspire the 
true warrior to courage uncon- 
querable. For the real warrior 
now fighting the same battle on 
the spiritual plane of being 
knows — for he is Knowledge 
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— that he can and must win in 
this battle of life, or the earth 
be dashed into fragments that 
will fall upon other worlds piece 
by piece for ages to come. 

The separation of intuition and 
virtue, of mind and conscience of 
the scientific aristocracy from the 
so-called herd, is the greatest 
calamity that can overwhelm a 
nation. Justice, mercy and love 
are ignored, or are forgotten in 
the turmoil of great internation- 
al struggles ; the result of the 
worldly education of the so- 
called cultured classes is simply 
a loss of sensation ; they become 
perfectly indifferent to the fate 
of nation or people, and so we 
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must count them out in the strug- 
gle. Here and there one will 
cast the skin of self-gratification 
aside and come out on the side 
of the people ; but the majority 
of them will wallow in their 
moral filth until they are taken 
out by the neck, or succumb to 
the inevitable when they find 
that they can no longer defeat 
the will of the people. 

The lives of nearly all of us 
are, as a usual thing, concerned 
with events very different from 
the bloody outrages, the carnage, 
rapine and feuds, of the early 
and middle centuries of the 
present racial cycle ; our natures 
have become more self-repressed. 
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We do not laugh as we once 
laughed ; our tears have become 
silent, almost spiritual. Our 
heartache is not discernible by 
the casual observer, but is more 
deeply graven on our faces. As 
compared to a knight of the 
Middle Ages, we now think of 
a man seated upon an office stool, 
poring over a ledger, balancing 
accounts, with lines of care, anx- 
iety, self-repressed passion, run- 
ning from angle to angle of a 
soul-starved face; lending only 
an unconscious ear to eternal 
laws, submitting without protest 
to the destiny he feels creeping 
upon him: paresis, paralysis, may- 
hap, for him ; charity, the streets, 
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the poor-house, for his loved 
ones ; and all depends upon the 
efforts made by that one strug- 
gling soul in a partially developed 
body. 

We hear much of the sub- 
limity of tradition ; but alas ! 
how superficial and material be- 
side the silent tragedies of the 
nineteenth century, with its city 
slums, great cathedrals, tower- 
ing tenements — contrasts that 
may well make the angels weep. 
The mysterious song of Infinite 
Life, the ominous silence of the 
Universal Soul, the low mur- 
mur of the eternities past, pres- 
ent and future, roll over us in 
waves as we attempt to associ- 
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ate our own and the lives around 
us with the eternal verities. 

The heinous crimes that were 
perpetrated during past centu- 
ries under the guise of Christi- 
anity, and the black magic in the 
name of Jesus, nearly all of 
which has been primarily caused 
by the misuse of the power com- 
monly understood as the power 
of the Holy Ghost, caused a 
great reaction in the minds of 
thinking men and women. Dur- 
ing the era of that reaction a 
great danger confronted the 
race, a danger which happily 
has been averted. This was the 
wave of materialism, which at 
one time seemed liable to sweep 
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away all faith in divinity. Many 
minds were tainted with the poi- 
son of unbelief, and the real 
Christ was hidden under a 
mountain of dogma and creed. 
But many choice gems were dis- 
interred from the buried past, 
dug out of the treasures of the 
ages ; and with these came 
a tremendous power; and the 
power that led to the discovery 
of these gems of philosophy held 
the balances in its hand, and 
when the scale tipped once 
more, another factor appeared ; 
and this, as the future years will 
show, will unite two extremes — 
the idealism of the East and the 
utilitarianism of the West. As 
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North and South, united in a 
common cause in the war with 
Spain, forgot all old differences 
of opinion, so the truth of the 
past ages and the truth of Jesus 
will be united by a common 
cause, scientific research on 
spiritual as well as material lines. 
Dogma and creed will go to the 
wall, and Scientific Philosophy 
will replace them, until its time, 
too, is ended, and another, a 
greater, takes its place. 

Already the conditions have 
changed so greatly that a new 
order of things must follow po- 
litically, industrially and socially. 
There has come a war-cry from 
the inner spheres, and it be- 
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hooves every soldier in the ranks 
of humanity to gird himself for 
the coming battle. That this is 
the great battle that has been 
prophesied for ages, no real 
thinker can doubt, the war be- 
tween black and white, the war 
between good and evil. It 
means the overthrow of present 
conditions all over the world, 
first in America, then in the 
older countries, what is left of 
them. In the United States the 
proportion of citizens who are 
imbued with the ideas of reform 
is sufficiently large to ensure them 
a sweeping victory at the polls 
if they can be united on a com- 
mon platform, irrespective of 

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minor differences of opinion. If 
this can be done, and well done, 
it means that when the time 
comes the man will appear who 
will take the helm and guide the 
ship of state into the haven of 
clear waters. It means an Adept 
in the Presidential chair, the 
downfall of capitalists, an equal 
distribution of the necessaries of 
life, and the governmental control 
of all great industries. It means 
the equality of man and woman, 
and an equal chance for every 
man, woman and child in Amer- 
ica, and, later on, in the many 
new possessions that will be 
added to the United States. It 
matters not that no man suffi- 

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ciently great has yet appeared 
to the people ; not till the hour 
strikes could he appear and dem- 
onstrate his wisdom and great- 
ness. In reality, no man is ever 
great or wise of himself. He is 
only so by comparison. He is 
great in the minds of men be- 
cause of the combined will of 
those men whose recognition of 
their own extremity has given 
the great soul his opportunity. 
A nation, by growth and devel- 
opment of its units, creates con- 
ditions, prepares the soil for the 
germination of true spiritual seed, 
and thus demands of the Good 
Law a leader, a king or states- 
man. This spiritual seed, which 

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is a great soul seeking experi- 
ence, is planted by the law with- 
in that soil created by the great 
need of those lesser souls ; and 
while the soul itself was always 
great because of its oneness with 
the Infinite, there were certain 
correlations on the physical and 
mental planes that could not be 
made without raising the sub- 
stance of those planes out of 
which its vehicles for manifesta- 
tion must be created, and this is 
accomplished by raising the key- 
note of its vibrations. 

There has never been a time 

in the history of the world when 

each separate nation of the 

whole stood in such an attitude 

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of attention and expectation. 
France, Russia, Germany, Eng- 
land and America are breath- 
lessly watching one another, 
each well aware of the fact that 
when the true Warrior, clothed 
in his armor of truth, light, lib- 
erty and equality, steps into the 
arena of his own, or the Capitol 
of another of these several na- 
tions, the history of the world 
will be changed in the twinkling 
of an eye. For the trumpet 
will sound "To arms/' and the 
moment be struck when the long 
prophesied universal war will be 
declared. The nations are all 
hanging in the balance, and a 
hair's breadth will turn the scale 

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in either direction. Such momen- 
tous epochs have been seized by 
the great souls of the past ages. 
An opportunity is given for their 
own advance on true evolution- 
ary lines, and they take with them 
the nation that has given them 
the opportunity by preparing 
conditions and demanding of 
the law of compensation its ful- 
filment. When all the desola- 
tion, the sacrifice and suffering 
that follow in the train of war 
are focussed on the physical and 
mental planes, the downward arc 
of the cycle is passed, and on 
the real plane of life the fruits of 
that suffering and sacrifice begin 
to manifest, and these will return 
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with added power and potency 
in the new cycle for the evolv- 
ing of the new humanity. The 
long, throbbing sigh from the 
heart of the great World-Mother 
will then have awakened a new 
vibration, the last expulsive pain 
of her travail will have changed 
the moan of the sufferer into a 
cry of joy that a child is born, 
a new Race, that will join with 
the angels of heaven in singing, 
" Glory to God in the highest, 
peace on earth, good-will to- 
ward men.' ' 



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II 

LEARNING TO LIVE 

THE eyes of this humanity are 
closed as yet. It is only a 
glimmer, now here, now there, 
of the torch of truth that reaches 
the outer world. These glimpses 
are priceless, and the fact that 
there are those who catch them 
shows the great advance of the 
whole. Once having learned 
that there are in the world 
teachers of Occultism, Masters 
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of Wisdom, there springs up in 
the breast of the man who hun- 
gers for spiritual knowledge a 
fervent longing to come under 
their personal notice, to receive 
their teachings. But many such 
aspirants mistake the force gen- 
erated by the longing for the 
recognition of spiritual teachers 
for worthiness to become a dis- 
ciple. Some have fancied that 
to attain spiritual wisdom it is 
necessary to forsake the world, 
renounce all outer activity, be- 
coming like the mystic of the 
Orient, immured in some dark 
forest, his mind absorbed in 
vague reveries, ever seeking ab- 
sorption into the Supreme. Such 
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dreamy mysticism is one extreme 
of life, the feverish activity of 
Western civilization the other ; 
and in neither of these two ex- 
tremes can the true path be 
found. The character of the 
Yogi of the East, vast, imagina- 
tive, loving, with his constant 
effort to lose himself in the 
whole, must lie in the West- 
wind and receive the call to 
action, devotion to that whole 
in its most microscopical por- 
tion. The two characters, that 
of the East and that of the West, 
must be fused, and the dross 
burned from each. If we are 
to give a form, either to govern- 
ment, ethics or religion, we 



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must become Masters of that 
form and not its trembling slaves, 
fearing that we are doing it a 
wrong. We must be able to 
transmute and absorb it into our 
own essence, lay the lines and 
send the force over these lines 
to and fro — in other words, be- 
come one with it. Outer work, 
work for this tortured, tried hu- 
manity, is necessary — more ne- 
cessary than many know ; for it 
must give the impulse to the 
great current that on the physical 
plane is lifting the world as it 
sweeps around the lowest arc of 
the cycle. But outer work is 
selfish and useless unless the 
torch of love and wisdom in the 

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heart of each has been lighted 
from the great flame, the flame 
that burns without wick or oil. 
The watchers of that flame blow 
it in certain directions; those 
catch it who can, that is, those 
whose torches are trimmed. 
Many of us are children yet, 
grasping at imaginary flame, but 
woe be to those to whom it has 
been given to pass on the fire 
and who may have kept it 
for their own special purpose, 
whether they call that purpose 
work for humanity or self-aggran- 
dizement. Thus it has ever been 
with those who seek ambitiously 
to become leaders, guides on the 
path their own feet have never 

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trod, teachers of the science of 
life before they have learned the 
first elements of right living. 
Playing upon the selfish tenden- 
cies of their followers, by subtile 
touches of flattery, they bring 
them at last into abject servitude. 
Even the sincere and worthy stu- 
dent may become the prey of 
such false teachers, following 
them until he finds, as inevitably 
he must, that his aspirations have 
been travestied, his inner life 
desecrated. 

Do not put the treasures of 
your inmost heart into the keep- 
ing of another human being, 
however high : they will come 
back to you freighted with the 

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tears of those who have suffered, 
as you too have suffered, in or- 
der to learn there is only one 
sure refuge, your own soul. 

Yet every failure has a lesson 
to teach ; and even mistaken ef- 
forts are not fruitless when a true 
motive actuates them. But it 
usually happens that in any mis- 
guided attempt one injures his 
fellows ; and we naturally learn 
to hate those we have wronged. 
Now, one of the strongest tests 
of true spiritual advance is to 
know one loves the persons one 
has injured most. 

Jesus of Nazareth solved the 
great riddle of spiritual progress 
for the world in his words: 
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61 Her sins are forgiven, for she 
loved much." He perfectly un- 
derstood that the woman who 
had sinned through love held in 
her soul the germs of a spiritual 
love that would render absolute 
self-sacrifice, the power to stand 
still in the furnace until the dross 
was all burned away. 

No effort for good is ever 
wasted. It disappears from your 
view, but only to fall into the 
world of causes, into the soil of 
wisdom, to be watered by love 
and again brought forth to bloom. 

Religion is too much occupied 
with the fate of man after death, 
and concerns itself too little with 
our immediate life . Learn to live ; 

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trust God for dying. The latter 
is his business, the first is yours. 
To eat, drink and sleep, to be 
merry or sad, is not life. Life is 
the intense, pulsating, vibratory 
acme of knowledge, truth, love, 
beauty and faith. Reach out and 
breathe it into your own soul 
as a famishing man reaches for 
bread to sustain his fainting body. 
Self-abasement, false humility, 
is erroneously supposed by some 
to be an essentially religious at- 
titude of mind. Learn to merge 
yourself in the whole, and from 
the standpoint of that whole judge 
your own personality. You will 
then find that personality to be 
no better, no worse than those 
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with whom you are closely asso- 
ciated ; the varnish is spread more 
thickly on the parts that seem 
better than your associates, it 
has not been well done on the 
parts where you seem worse. 
Could you see beneath the sur- 
face, you would find but little dif- 
ference. The Good, the God- 
like, lies in the law, the power, 
that is raising the Son of God 
from the tomb. 

Do not look too far for the 
thing you are seeking most ear- 
nestly. You will generally find 
it close to you. The very long- 
ing has brought it. This is due 
to the law of supply and demand. 
Uncover the crust of theperson- 

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ality nearest you, the one who 
loves you most unselfishly, and 
you will generally find it. 

There are sterile bits of bleak 
wilderness in almost all lives. 
Sometimes we pass them in 
youth, sometimes later in life ; 
but pass them at one time or 
another we all must, and with 
parched lips and weary limbs. 
But thanks be to God for the 
oasis on the other side of each 
barren stretch, and for the waters 
of life that renew our strength 
for another trial. To the last 
hour of our mortal life the mem- 
ories of those terrible struggles, 
battles with the powers of dark- 
ness, remain with us and pass on 
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with us into the Silence. We 
look back on those hours with an 
involuntary shiver of the heart, 
as we think of the sombre des- 
olation, the isolation, the unap- 
proachable loneliness of those 
great altitudes where man first 
comes face to face with his own 
soul and in his mad, unreason- 
ing terror of its own greatness, 
turns about to flee away and finds 
that he cannot flee from himself, 
for he is everywhere. 

Material existence is one of 
darkness, bleak darkness, thick 
and cold, and shrouded by a pall 
of loneliness unutterable, through 
which the soul, the tender nurs- 
ling, blind, helpless as a little 
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child, totters on and on in search 
of that sweet voice it once has 
heard and never can forget. 
Hell, aye, hell indeed, thou mys- 
tery of life ! The body's anguish 
is a hell, but beside the anguish 
in the hell of its own longing that 
the starving soul creates, the 
body's hell is joy. 'Twill pass, 
aye, pass it must, or the soul, 
undying as it is, would wither in 
the furnace of that outer fire ; 
and there will fall a peace, hard- 
won, the peace of the great 
brotherhood of souls. There- 
fore, learn to wait. Life holds 
no harder lesson. 

The soul of man is like the 
soul in a tree, awaiting the death 
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that is to give it life ; its branches 
swaying in the wind, its head 
towards heaven, its roots in miry 
clay. Steadily through the long 
years it stands, bearing the 
storms that sweep over it, bend- 
ing toward the earth but never 
breaking, waiting, always wait- 
ing the woodman's axe, the turn- 
ing-lathe, the careful hands of 
the human creator and the Mas- 
ter-hand that will bring it to life 
in harmonious rhythm; low and 
passionate, loud and inspiring, 
tones that cause a nation to 
weep and arouse an army to 
patriotism. In its earth-life, per- 
forming its natural functions in 
its own place, could the tree 

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dream of its inherent possibili- 
ties ? Are we any wiser as a rule ? 
The hand of the Creator is upon 
us, the loose strings of our hu- 
man nature are being stretched 
and tuned. Now here, now 
there, in the great workshop we 
catch a few notes from a nearly 
finished instrument ; occasional- 
ly an octave of melody sweeps 
around the world from a few 
strings that have been attuned; 
and the Leader of the great or- 
chestra, the Master, is still wait- 
ing, waiting, for the full number 
with which the paean of universal 
praise may be sounded. 



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Ill 



SENSATION AND CONTACT 



ONE of the most important 
rules of Occultism is "Kill 
out sensation." To the ordinary 
man this is most difficult of com- 
prehension, for as a rule he rec- 
ognizes the fact that to kill out 
sensation means to kill out life, 
for all life is primarily contact 
and sensation, without which 
there could be no conscious- 
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ness. But in the above rule, 
sensation means that identical 
mode of the same motion which 
connects and holds mankind to 
that one rate of vibration, and 
will not let man pass to those 
unexplored regions of higher 
motion where real life exists, 
but compels him through sa- 
tiety to return again and again 
along the same well-worn paths 
he has traveled since the origi- 
nal impulse was given by which 
the vibration of his single differ- 
entiated life was started, until it 
was exhausted, and the person- 
ality sinks like a sodden leaf to 
the bottom of the stream. Sen- 
sation should be used for devel- 
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opment, not abused for degener- 
ation. Every sensation should 
be studied and observed from 
an impersonal standpoint, that is, 
man must compel his conscious- 
ness to stand aside from his or- 
gans of sensation and look at 
each of his own sensations as he 
might at those of another, had 
he the power of such analysis. 
All that man holds dear of plea- 
sure or enjoyment has its coun- 
terpart or correspondence on 
other planes of being. These are 
gradually refined and purified from 
the dross that is always associated 
with the lower planes of mani- 
festation; and when man has 
reached an equilibrium, an im- 

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personal point, the lessons he 
has learned from his observation 
of those lower forms of sensa- 
tion will serve to connect him 
with the new radiance, the new 
rate of vibration, by which a 
realization of himself as one of 
the conscious creative agents or 
powers of the Universe will 
dawn upon him. 

No weakling, no one satiated 
with these lower orders of sen- 
sation, may lift the veil of I sis 
and take from her hands the Key 
to the Temple Gates. Yet it 
must take an epicure, in the high- 
est sense of the term, even to 
realize that there are heights 
beyond, ready for him to scale 
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when he shall have attained 
power to make the attempt. 

Many students of Mysticism 
have taken this rule as a guide 
to development, and have only 
succeeded in damming up in 
their own nature currents of 
force that will break all boun- 
daries when a severe testing oc- 
curs, and sweep them away into 
a whirlpool of mad passion, or 
destroy the organs of sensation 
in their physical bodies. No or- 
dinary man or woman of the 
present day can follow this rule 
without grave danger, though its 
spirit is possible and right. Re- 
member, I am giving no license 
to vice in saying this ; but I am 

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pleading for natural life. Here 
and there, like the Obelisks of 
the East, the Pyramids of Egypt, 
stand out the names of men who 
have scaled the great heights 
gained through sore travail ; for, 
paradoxical as it may seem, pleas- 
ure is attainable only through 
pain, and vice versa. These 
great Souls have left, for our 
guidance, milestones along the 
path they have climbed ; and on 
one of these milestones is in- 
scribed, in letters of fire, " Fear- 
lessness." As long as fear can 
paralyze the soul of man, strug- 
gling for higher development, so 
long that soul can make no fur- 
ther progress. When he first 
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realizes the fact of those vast 
heights beyond, which are strewn 
with the ashes of those who have 
vainly attempted to scale them, 
a sense of deadly fear descends 
upon him like an avalanche, and 
he turns like a hunted deer, and 
flies back to those lower levels 
upon which he has browsed so 
long that they have become bar- 
ren to the gaze of his soul ; or 
else he stands like the pine tree 
on the side of a bluff, striking 
its roots deeper into the soil, 
though its trunk bends and shiv- 
ers with every blast of the storm. 
But as he stands alone yet con- 
fident in his own strength, he 
finds the storm lessening little by 

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little, and peace like a deep-flow- 
ing river will one day roll over 
his soul, filling him with the con- 
sciousness of all created things. 
He has taken only one step up 
the ladder of life, but that step 
has placed him far in advance 
of his fellow-men ; they can no 
longer comprehend his language 
or actions, and he is like one set 
apart. The sensation of fear no 
longer exists for him ; its vibra- 
tory tone has changed and has 
become " Fearlessness. " He 
has seen another of those mile- 
stones, on which is inscribed 
" Action," and flinging his cloak 
of purity over his shoulders, he 
steps out of the shadow into the 
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shine of life. His eyes are no 
longer held, he sees the light in 
the eyes of the woman he loves, 
and knows that it shines from 
the pure soul within; and put- 
ting behind him the passion that 
has hitherto hindered both of 
them, he takes her by the hand 
and says, "We will take the 
next step together/ 7 The sen- 
sation of lust has been changed 
to pure love, and he has come 
face to face with his own soul. 
For love alone can lead to the 
shrine where dwells the soul of 
man. Love seizes Contact, and 
knocks at the doors of the Uni- 
verse. Sensation responds and 
throws open these doors. 
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Many would-be occultists have 
deemed it incumbent upon them- 
selves to decry all sensation, all 
emotionalism, making apparently 
no distinction ; and they have 
therefore misled many students 
who could not reconcile such 
teachings with their own intui- 
tional knowledge that sensation 
is life. In the very effort to fol- 
low where such presume to lead 
incalculable harm has resulted; 
for either the organs of sensation 
have been temporarily atrophied, 
or an inertia, from which no 
ordinary sense-perception could 
arouse them beyond a very lim- 
ited degree, has ensued. The 
natural man will find a drop of 
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poison in the second cup of any 
pleasure to which he may have 
been attracted; but in that poi- 
son, by careful search, he will 
find its antidote, and the key to 
the fulfilment of a higher plea- 
sure with its corresponding pain. 
" Ho, all ye that suffer, know 
ye that ye suffer from yourselves ! " 
Do away with the fallacy that 
your pain is caused by another. 
The inner self, the ruler of each 
being, recognizes the truth that 
pain and weariness are as essen- 
tial to growth as are their oppo- 
sites ; it reaches out and strikes 
a note of the great instrument 
that must respond discordantly ; 
it flashes out a color that cannot 
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harmonize in vibration with the 
others in the aura, and a sombre 
faded tint is apparent. It speaks 
a word or gives a look to some 
other fragment of itself, and only 
too often turns around on that 
other with a false accusation, for 
it cannot always see that only its 
own longing for sensation is the 
primary cause and effect of its 
own experiment. 



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IV 

THE ETERNAL LOVE 

THERE may come to us a 
day when, with head pil- 
lowed upon the breast of one 
we love, one that loves us, the 
eyes of the soul are opened for 
a brief moment and we catch 
a glimpse of the Eternal Love. 
We are never quite the same 
again. We have touched a string 
of the harp of love, and there is 
discord in all else. Perhaps that 
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one brief glimpse is all that is 
vouchsafed us in one life, but 
that is enough to draw us out of 
the beaten track of lower levels, 
and set our feet on the upward 
path that leads to eternal life. 
That one glimpse into the pure 
and serene region of the soul 
leaves us thenceforth like a child 
crying in the wilderness — but a 
child who knows that it has seen 
its Father's face, and that some- 
time, somewhere, there is home 
and peace. 

Oh, the pity of it ! That man, 
seeking, struggling, fighting for 
what he believes to be the reali- 
ties of life, should close the only 
door that leads to soul-perception 

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— Imagination; that he should 
grasp the soiled garments and 
cling to them with frantic energy, 
entirely forgetting that the true 
self is not the garment, is always 
unseen. The heart of the one 
you love best is unknown to you ; 
you take it at your own valua- 
tion, attributing to it your high- 
est perceptions of beauty, truth, 
steadfastness and purity. When 
the outer form, the body, is laid 
away, the inner self remains and 
has suffered no change ; you do 
not cease loving your ideal, the 
soul, which is and always shall 
be. That soul has never de- 
clared itself to you through the 
senses ; still, it is the most vivid 
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of all existing realities to the 
lonely one watching the deserted 
casket. The torn and soiled 
garment was not the soul, was 
only the outer covering it wore. 
The loneliest, saddest hours you 
will ever pass are when, from 
some mistaken motive^ some 
doubt, distrust, or suspicion that 
you have attributed to that soul 
qualities it did not possess, that 
you have loved only an unreal 
creation of your own fancy, you 
will yourself close the door 
through which you caught the 
first glimpse of the one eternal 
reality — true and perfect being 
. —and find that something has 
escaped from your own soul 
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which you cannot regain — the 
power of idealizing, the power 
of loving. 

Beauty, strength, purity, cour- 
age, all the qualities that inspire 
love, are but symbols of the re- 
alities of the indwelling soul ; the 
merely sensuous or emotional 
recognition of them, the cold in- 
tellectual appreciation accorded 
them, is but idolatry. Whoever 
aspires to know their meaning 
must read with the eyes of the 
imagination. We are more apt 
to be misled by the glamour of 
outer appearances, the semblance 
of the Real, than by those we 
often regard with distrust as 
imaginary, as unreal phantoms 
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called into being by the image- 
making faculty of the soul. Love 
may seem but a glamour ; yet, 
while love may be esteemed 
blind in this world, it is itself the 
light that illumines all worlds, 
making all things clear to the 
inner sight. 

A man is more truly that which 
he is in the eyes of the woman 
who loves him, than that which 
he believes himself to be. He 
has never deceived her ; the 
mystery is that she loves him in 
spite of all she finds unlovable 
in him, and is therefore like the 
Father who may grieve over the 
prodigal son, but runs to meet 
him with a kiss on his return 
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from his wanderings. It is only 
a woman who can smile up into 
the face of the dreaded Future — 
but still the Father's face — with 
sublime unconcern. And yet how 
insignificant womankind appear 
as we see them toiling and delv- 
ing about their homes. In his 
egotism man forgets that the love 
of woman points the way to the 
love of God. For the feminine 
side of the God-head is soul. 

A woman never forgets the 
path that leads to the centre of 
her Being, — a man often does; 
but if he but whisper a word that 
has truly come forth from the 
depths of his soul, no matter 
how far she may have strayed 

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from the true life, she will re- 
trace her steps along that myste- 
rious path she has not forgotten, 
and bring out of an inexhaustible 
store of love a word or look as 
pure as his own. For all time 
her soul stands, as it were, on 
the threshold, awaiting the call 
of another soul. 

No single action of the prin- 
ciple of Love or Desire has cre- 
ated more discussion or been the 
cause of more curiosity and imag- 
ination, than that of the kiss be- 
tween mortals. It is supposed 
to be purely a human function, 
but that is a great mistake. The 
indescribable thrill that perme- 
ates the whole nature at the 

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touch of the lips of a loved one 
is the first action of the Divine 
Spirit-substance on matter. No 
physiological description, or dis- 
section of the organs in use, 
gives a satisfactory reason for 
this ; nor is it a function of pas- 
sion. Passion seizes upon and 
uses the power — - as it does every 
other it can grasp — for its own 
purpose ; but it is in no sense 
an attribute of passion. Its gen- 
esis is of the purest, and Chris- 
tians should be the last to decry 
or desecrate the term, as their 
Bible is full of allusions to it. 
The kiss of the first two pure 
emanations begot the first-born 
Son, Light; the kiss of Love and 

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Hope begot Faith; the kiss of 
Faith and Hope begot Action; 
for it was through the kiss that 
Creative Fire brought all matter 
into manifestation. It is feminine, 
and is of the sdul. Through 
degeneration and desecration it 
has become a function of pas- 
sion ; but when pure it is gener- 
ated in the soul, not in the body, 
of man. 

For, after all, love is in real- 
ity the energizing of the uni- 
versal creative force, the subtle 
fire that lurks in every atom of 
manifested life. As an element 
that consumes, destroys, it be- 
comes the fiery serpent, the de- 
vouring monster of human pas- 
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sion. Viewed only in this lower 
phase of its workings, it is a 
thing abhorrent; but let those 
beware who, shrinking from the 
pollution of animal lust, seal their 
hearts against love and friend- 
ship also, seeking refuge in cold 
asceticism and selfishness ; for, 
sooner or later, the repressed 
nature will become the prey of 
lust. Love, purified, leads to 
true asceticism ; stifled, it turns 
to passion. This fiery formative 
force coils itself, serpent-like, 
about him who rashly seeks to 
escape : it draws to its centre the 
struggling soul by its power of 
attraction, and holds it there un- 
til the soul recognizes its own 

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divinity, and by the force of that 
divinity transforms the passion 
into compassion. Desire is not 
killed ? as we understand the 
word. It is changed from glory 
to glory — that is, from the height 
of self-indulgence to the height 
of self-abnegation. 

The importance of purity of 
mind and body should never be 
underestimated ; yet one should 
use all care lest in attempting to 
purify his nature he should mar 
it or destroy it. Fine discrimina- 
tion is often needed, and if one 
cannot employ this, he had bet- 
ter rely upon the spontaneous, 
normal processes of evolution. 
The soul of the man who leads 
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a natural life is but little affected 
by his baser passions, is never 
defiled by them. The golden 
Tree of Life, whose roots rest 
in Hades and whose crown 
sweeps the heavens, puts forth 
its gem-like buds in storm and 
tempest. Its trunk is not swayed 
by the storms that beat upon it, 
but stands upright in lonely 
grandeur. Those buds are the 
first manifestations of the soul's 
essence, awaiting the resurrec- 
tion morn, when a single gleam 
of spiritual fire will expand their 
close-set petals, unfolding in 
their supernal beauty these ca- 
lyxes of transcendent purity and 
power. 

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V 

PAIN AND SACRIFICE 

IN every union there is a great 
mystery — the mystery of the 
divine Initiator, the Master, the 
priest who performs the cere- 
mony of unification. This law 
holds good in the molecule, the 
star, the universe. If I kiss my 
brother, there are my brother, 
myself, and the thrill of love 
which sweeps through us both, 
which is not passion, but, ac- 
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cording to the degree of great- 
ness in that brother and myself, 
simply love ; but a divine law 
comes into operation in this ap- 
parently simple action : in the 
kiss, that one thrill of love is sac- 
rificed. If I kiss him again, it 
will not be the same kiss nor the 
same vibration of that force. An 
old Eastern axiom has it that 
pleasure and pain are equal. 
This is true to some extent, but 
not literally ; for while pain may 
be raised into joy or pleasure, 
joy itself cannot be made pain, 
it is only the effects of joy that 
can become pain. Joy is the 
positive, pain the negative. Joy 
is the natural state, pain the un- 

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natural. It is only on the lower 
planes of existence that both 
are necessary. But on those 
planes pain is the more needful, 
for pain creates conditions for joy 
to manifest. Pain causes heat, 
fever, raises the temperature, 
and in those heat vibrations 
the lower, coarser molecules 
are destroyed by the creative 
fires ; or, rather they are changed 
into another, a critical state of 
matter, from whence comes into 
being on another plane by coali- 
tion with another force, also a 
fire, a different state of matter — 
one of the states that enter largely 
into the formation of the matter 
cognizable by the senses. This 
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is one of the mysteries of pain, 
and only one ; but this brings in 
its coadjutor, sacrifice. 

There can be no differentiated 
life without sacrifice. The one 
must die in order that the two- 
in-one may come into existence. 
The so-called heathen, when of- 
fering sacrifices to the Gods, 
understood this law. Pain and 
sacrifice are frequently spoken of 
as two aspects of the one reality. 
This is true on the higher planes, 
but conveys no adequate con- 
ception of the truth on the outer 
planes of differentiation ; for the 
spiritual will converts the lower 
aspect of pain into sacrifice by 
commingling with the pain, that 
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is, by becoming one with it, giv- 
ing to it and receiving from it an 
element which this action has 
called into existence ; and it is 
this — the sweet savour — that is 
the real sacrifice, not the thing 
sacrificed, the sacrificial stone or 
the sacrifice. 

A great mistake has been 
made in interpreting the Eastern 
teaching. Many of the so-called 
teachers of Occultism have taken 
a flying leap from the lower dif- 
ferentiated planes of existence to 
the homogeneous state of the 
Infinite One. While it is neces- 
sary to state this truth, and to 
bring a true conception of the 
ultimate state of all matter to the 
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finite conception, it is still more 
necessary for the intermediate 
degrees to be accentuated, for it 
is on these gradations or planes 
that the whole of our existence is 
passed. When the ultimate state 
is reached, all individualities are 
merged into the One ; and it is 
on the lower planes that all the 
sacrificial rites are performed. 
The eternal Son is sacrificed 
when it enters the womb of the 
eternal Mother, the sacrifice of 
God to himself that this son may 
be "the first-born among many 
other brethren." Without this 
sacrifice of himself there could 
be no further creation. This, 
taking place on the highest spir- 
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itual plane at the beginning of 
every world-period, is repeated 
on every plane of existence. It 
extends from the Infinite to the 
last son of the ./Eon. Geometri- 
cally, it is the oblong equilateral, 
and is the true stone of sacrifice, 
for on it is laid, each in turn, 
every burnt-offering, that is, 
every sacrifice of the true seed 
of life by the fires, the first of 
which is kindled on the spiritual, 
the last on the animal plane. 
The fires referred to are not 
separate fires, but different as- 
pects of the one fire, Love. 
God is Love, and he is also a 
consuming fire. The spiritual 
symbolism of the old phallic rites 

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was correct. The sin of the 
ancients lay in the materializa- 
tion of those symbolic rites un- 
der conditions that made them 
unnatural and evil, for they led 
to the lowest sensual acts, to 
unspeakable crimes against na- 
ture. It is in this way that all 
great spiritual truths have been 
degraded and dragged in the 
filth of animal passion, and as a 
result man has become the emas- 
culated creature he now is. 

We associate the word sacri- 
fice almost invariably with pain 
and suffering, believing that in 
order to sacrifice we must suf- 
fer. This is not true. There is 
as much sacrifice of pain to joy 
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as of joy to pain, and the savour 
of the sacrifice is just as precious, 
just as holy. The trouble is, we 
are very devoted to our pains 
and sufferings ; we hug them 
close and will not let them go, 
when in many cases they would 
fall away from us. When we 
have made what we call a sac- 
rifice for some good work, we 
unconsciously assume the posi- 
tion of martyrs ; we pity our- 
selves with a great pity ; we say, 
in effect, to the Gods: "Just 
see what I have given up, see 
what I am doing for your sakes," 
— when in nine cases out of ten 
the truth is that we are really 
throwing aside some rubbish, 

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some impediment to the growth 
of either soul or body. Then 
when we fail to receive the 
great reward we have convinced 
ourselves we deserve, we cry 
out, "I am not recognized, my 
sacrifice is futile. I shall give it 
all up and lead as pleasant a life 
as possible/' — and never realize 
that then we had made the true 
sacrifice by giving up the false, 
had sacrificed oneself to oneself. 
Joy, true divine bliss, which is 
peace, comes only by giving, 
never from receiving, unless 
giver and receiver are equals ; 
for with the majority of people 
there comes a selfish realization 
of the power to give, which 
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materializes or degrades and 
darkens the divine right to give 
until it becomes a desire to re- 
ceive, and that insatiable demon 
can never be satisfied. For 
with every gratification of that 
desire the originally pure impulse 
is further distorted, until finally 
the whole nature is turned, 
twisted and warped, the power 
to give righteously is lost forever, 
and grasping, selfish egotism is 
the result, whose forces, con- 
tracting like the twining coils of 
a cobra, leave the man a soulless 
wretch in the outer world, a 
human being in form, yet having 
no share in the spiritual heritage 
of humanitv. 

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VI 



THE POWER OF LITTLE THINGS 



ONLY a soul that is capable 
of apprehending and using 
the minutiae, the small details so 
unbearable to one class of hu- 
manity, and utilizing them as a 
chess-player uses his knights and 
pawns for the winning of a 
game, can by any possibility 
reach for and grasp the true In- 
finite Potency ; for, first of all, it 
is power over little things that 
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leads in the end to power over 
the great. To live on the spiri- 
tual plane means to keep oneself 
constantly in touch with all sweet- 
ness, all purity, all love. 

The man or woman who is 
discourteous, unkind and selfish 
toward the least of the little 
ones of Christ, is obstructing 
the very Christ-currents in his 
own aura and making it impos- 
sible for the potency therein to 
manifest itself. 

No truer estimate of a great 
soul can be made than by watch- 
ing its attitude toward the small 
vexations of daily life, those un- 
expected trivial things that are 
capable of tearing down the 
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walls we may have made about 
ourselves and leaving the soul 
naked in the silence that falls 
upon it after the stress and storm 
of those battering, disintegrating 
little worries and cares that pile 
up like a pathless mountain 
thickly covered with brambles 
and briers that sting and tear 
till the mind grows desperate in 
contemplation. We think of a 
man who goes into the desert to 
fight bravely with the wild beasts 
of his own soul, as of a hero who 
is worthy of the power he hopes 
to win. But he never will or 
can win unless he has first over- 
come the daily trials that stay his 
feet like a quagmire while his life 

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is environed by a community of 
fellow-creatures. For he will 
find nothing in them that is not 
in his own individual nature, and 
it is only the clashing of causes 
one against the other that pro- 
duces the friction between him- 
self and his fellows. 

The natural tendency of the 
human race to look for its ob- 
ject of worship, its "holy tem- 
ple," and the fulfilling of its sense 
of duty, either to the heavens or 
to some point distant from the 
individual point of vantage, is 
not easily understood. It is 
brought over from forgotten past 
ages when there was a wider 
separation, when man had lost 

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his heritage and the scales of 
evolution had not yet turned. 
But all true spiritual teaching 
proclaims the God within human- 
ity, the duties to the brother, 
neighbor and friend. One never 
finds outside of himself what is 
not within, and as long as there 
is a wrong to be righted, a suf- 
ferer to be healed and comforted, 
a child to be taught, or, in wider 
terms, any string of the harp of 
brotherly love to be attuned to 
the vibrations of universal love, 
lying right at your door, in the 
midst of your own family or your 
own social circle, your individual 
duty lies right there. If your 
life, your strength, your influence, 

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were needed elsewhere, you 
would have found yourself else- 
where, or your circumstances so 
adjusted as to leave no room for 
doubt as to when and to whom 
your influence and devotion were 
due. 

All the great epics, all the 
records, whether written upon 
parchment and piled away in the 
archives of ruined, deserted tem- 
ples, or graven on the walls of 
subterranean chambers of Initia- 
tion, bear witness to the great 
wars— war between angels and 
demons, war between elements, 
and war between spirit and mat- 
ter ; unceasing, exterminating, 
eternal war ; and whether he 
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will or nay, man must take part 
in this warfare, must choose 
sides and fight to the bitter end 
in each of his incarnations. If 
he is inclined to shirk, he gains 
nothing ; for Nature herself will 
force him to a bare fight for ex- 
istence on the physical plane, if 
he has been false to his higher 
self and wasted those oppor- 
tunities for development which 
would have given him power 
over her forces, if he has lost 
his place in the army of the upper 
spheres ; and to have lost that 
power and place means a tem- 
porary separation between the 
Warrior, the real self within, and 
the lower personality. There is 

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no inactivity, no cowardice, no 
selfishness, in the nature of the 
Warrior, there is only the great 
desire that he may win, with the 
certain knowledge that he cannot 
fail. To look for the Warrior 
within, the lower personality 
must stand in an attitude of at- 
tention. On the physical plane 
this is sometimes a very weari- 
some manoeuvre ; and none the 
less trying, when applied to the 
plane of soul, are these long 
hours of alertness, when the 
tired mind and body begin to 
long for the shallows and undu- 
lating meadows of life. But these 
are mirages most deceptive in 
their beauty and seeming peace ; 
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for there is no peace in them for 
the soul, the true Warrior, and 
by taking off his armor and ly- 
ing down to enjoy the narcotic 
stupor of ease, the soldier misses 
the true Warrior to whom he 
has called and for whom he has 
waited long. For his cry will 
not fall on that listening ear un- 
less the lines of true knowledge 
have been laid ; and in the fever- 
ish hurry of the coming fight his 
senses will reel and fall, confu- 
sion of friends and foes will en- 
sue, and when the day is over 
his body be found upon the bat- 
tle-field, devoid of all life, only 
an object for the carrion birds of 
prey to fight over. But when 

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he has once found or been found 
by the Warrior, has become one 
with him, the last vestige of in- 
stability will disappear ; for then 
will come a recognition of eternal 
truth, a sure knowledge of the 
cause and purposes of the in- 
finite Father-love that lies just 
beyond the field of battle, a liv- 
ing faith that no blow will be 
struck amiss, no charge lost, and 
that on the banner which he 
carries will be inscribed, " Vic- 
tory ! Victory ! Victory! " 



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